Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.